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On mountains so high, so forlorn

From the love of the frost and the sky she was born.

She was born and avalanches cried out.

And abysses were opening wide like hungry mouths.

In the shape of the storm she rushed to the south

And dying trees were falling to the ground.

And this voice of their falling - like a melody -

Whispered into my ear: “she’s looking for thee”

She ran to west to the sea

Where waves are murmuring so silently

And the waves froze to stone

They will stand forever damned, alone.

She came nearer and nearer every night

And all at once she stood before me tight.

With her arms as white as snow she embraced me

And whispered into my ear: “I’m looking for thee”.

It will forever burn on my lips,

On my skin, in my flesh her frightful kiss.

I know from me she will never part,

And no one will melt more this winter in my heart.